Chapter 6 6-Too Slow, Faster

Somehow, she fell asleep. Drew's deep, steady breathing lulled her into a false sense of security.

Her dreams are vivid and passionate. A man, whose face she can't see in her dreams, is kissing her neck and stroking her breasts.

She groaned and tried to get away, but an arm was locked around her waist like a vise. She can't escape, she's stuck. Between her thighs, her clit was beating like crazy, and she couldn't stop rubbing her knees trying to ease it.

Behind her, she felt something hard rubbing against her ass, and she pushed her butt back against it. She doesn't know what happened. Is she awake? Is she still dreaming? If she's dreaming, She doesn't want to wake up.

She wants that hardness inside of her. To fill her up, stretch her. It's been a long, long time without being touched, kissed, fondled, or fucked. Months after months. She always craved touch and affection.

The lips that kissed her neck reached her shoulders, her skin got goosebumps as the straps of her pajamas were pushed down, and the cool air blew into her breasts. A warm hand rested on her breast, lifted it, and kneaded it. Then firm fingers pinched her nipples. She bit her lip and moaned, swinging her hips back.

She doesn't want this dream to end. The arms locked around her waist loosened, and a hand slid down, pulling up her shirt. Pull up her thighs and pull her panties aside.

She became very aware of her wetness, the air against her throbbing flesh. The hand on her chest squeezed as hard as the hand pulling her thigh and reach her womanhood.

Touch me. Please touch me, she wants to beg, but in this dream, she can't speak her lips. A blast of heat hit her neck, and thick fingers brushed against her swollen folds. She shivered, and a whimper ran from her lips.

Her hips yanked forward, and the lumps followed her, grinding more roughly into her wetness. Fingers pulled up and opened her up. Yes. It's been a long time since her p ussy was aching with need, gripping emptiness.

She doesn't know what it's like to even remember orgasm. A mouth touched her neck, sucking hard.

Then the hot fingers run across her clit. Behind her eyes, colorful lights flicker. Her body is illuminated by electric light. She moaned and wriggled and needed more. A firmer engagement is required. She reached down and grabbed the hand, trying to guide it.

Suddenly, the teeth sink into her neck, giving her a painful bite. With a shriek, she retracted her hand. She was panting, afraid her fingers would stop now, but her fear was misguided. Moments later, fingers touch her clitoris, rubbing in slow circular motions.

She melted, and she melted into the warm sticky moisture inside. Moaning, she pushed her hips back, her hips shaking in a slow, needed rhythm. The spot on her neck that was just a little bit was gently smoothed out by the slow, dragging lick. The finger pressure on her clitoris increased.

Knees together, her muscles tense, tensing in anticipation. The fingers continued to work against her, fast and frantically. The mouth on her neck was sucking and licking her like it was trying to devour her. She swears she feels the hardness on her back twitching.

She's very close, she's coming. She let out a low, pitiful moan, but all the pleasurable pressure came to a head. Suddenly, the fingers on her clitoris stopped, leaving her dangling over the edge.

Oh no no no!

She reached down again and grabbed that hand. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop," she begged, her voice breaking the silence and taking her by surprise. Silence did not respond, and her grasping hand resisted her guidance. Roughly speaking, she was pushed forward and her face hit the mattress.

From the back, she could feel her shirt being lifted more, and then the soft sound of fabric rubbing against her skin. She tried to push herself up, but a strong hand pushed her back. Something hard touched her folds and slid over them.

Oh Damn, she knows what that is. Only the head of a c ock can do this. Her hips would swing on their own. A weight hit her back and pressed her back onto the mattress. The lips touched her ears as the c ock continued to push, slide and unfold her folds.

He got wet with her humidity. She grabbed the bed with her hands and she fought back the moan she tried to squeeze from her lips. She shouldn't want this, She shouldn't.

But he left her hanging. She was throbbing, her genitals were swollen, and her clit was throbbing. She fucking needs it.

"How long, Hana since-?"

His voice slid into her ears like a gentle caress.

She pursed her lips and refused to answer the question. The head of his c ock slid up and brushed against her clit. It's just a light touch, but enough to intensify her inner need.

"Hana," he said, "blame me for this but tell me. How long has it been since a c ock got in your p ussy?"

Goodness, the way he said the word p ussy sounded naughty and sexy at the same time.

He slid the head of his c ock down and poked her entrance.

"Did someone f uck you last night?"

She got nervous, wishing he could push it further. With a sigh, she felt him shrink back and she wanted to scream in frustration.

"You're impatient Hana," he purred hoarsely in her ear. "Did someone f uck your p ussy last night?"

She shook her head and he rewarded her by brushing her clit with his dick.

"Good girl." He put the head of his c ock against her c lit and she shuddered.

Stress is awesome.

"How long? A day? A week?"

She doesn't want to answer him now because it fills her with humiliation.

"Hana," he growled, and she felt him pulling away again.

Damn it. Why would he keep doing this to her?

"Months," she whimpered when he was completely away from her. "Maybe a whole year."

He was so quiet, so quiet, that she almost burst into tears, afraid that he would find her disgusting.

"What a lucky man I am to devour a woman who badly wants to be ruin," he declared, his warm weight weighing on her again.

Damn, he is too slow, this is torture. She thought.

Moreeeee!

She couldn't stop the sigh of contentment coming from her, nor could she stop her hips from leaning back, welcoming him as his co ck found her pu ssy entrance again.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked in a nervous voice.

She shook her head. "I don't really need it."

She's single for almost a year now, or more than a year.

He pushed forward suddenly, filling her whole. This is not gentle penetration. For a moment, there was a little irritation, a little pressure, and then she was rudely turned on.

But it doesn't hurt. No, there is something about it that feels good and raw. like she needs this. Pulling back, he made her gasp in anticipation. Then he dashed forward again.

"Fine," he finally announced. "You don't fucking need it now anyway."

Reaching down, he grabbed her hip and pinned her in place, and he went in and out again and again. She came almost at once. Blast around him. What she needs, the sexually deprived pu ssy clings to him and she's not sure if it will let go of his dick again.

She screamed with joy, jerking and spasming, sucking him deeper. He growled, hitting her harder. Fuck her like a crazy man. Another orgasm hit her, and then another.

She can't stop coming. she just kept blasting, she kept getting swept away by the wet waves of bliss. She doesn't even realize at first that he had reached his orgasm. She was just suddenly filled with warmth and he growled that she was his.

She's fucking him. His thrusts slowed, his head leaned forward, his forehead resting on her neck. His breathing was loud and uneven. Her lungs are having trouble breathing and her throat is sore. She needs a few minutes to catch her breath.

With a moan, he pulled away from her and planted a small kiss on her neck. His weight and heat were gone, leaving her cold and shivering. She started to roll over, but he grabbed her and pulled her into his chest again, stopping her. His body was curled up around her, and the blanket was pulled up and tucked over her shoulders.

Arms locked on her and she felt trapped. Suddenly, when the excitement wears off, it's like a bucket of ice water pouring over her. Fuck, she doesn't just do that.

***

That was the most amazing sex Drew thought. Her pu ssy was so fucking perfect for his dick, he is pretty sure they were made for each other. This is fate.

He should have had this damn woman. She is his, He has no doubts about it.

As they fell back into a deep sleep, her body was on top of him, and it felt like he was accomplishing something. He doesn't know what, but something.

He was awakened again by the buzzing of his phone on the bedside table. Glancing at the screen, he looked at the time and sighed softly.

He turned it on to answer the call and whispered, "Wait." he stretched his arms under Hana and got up as smoothly as possible. There's no point in waking her up at five in the morning. He doesn't know what time she got up today to take care of her old parents, but probably no earlier than five.

He put the phone in his ear and walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Drew, we had a little problem with Craig last night," Teo said to him.

"What's the problem? Is this really something you can't handle? You know I'm busy right now."

"That shitty Craig Alegre, last night as he stumbled into the police station and his ears bleeding on the floor. This damn shit is trying to get us out."

"What the fuck?" he growled. The lights in the hallway are dim and he tries not to raise his voice. It's not a good idea to wake Hana's parents. They don't yet know what their new world will be.

"As if he knew so much more than who we are and how much he owes us."

"He's willing to point you out in my lineup with Arman. He wants to crucify you because you almost cut his ears off."

"That damn coward man," he curses. He parked outside a half-closed door. Peeking in. An old woman sleeping there.

Walking past her door, he stopped in front of the next door. Yes, this is an old man. He was sleeping like his wife, but with many pillows tucked under his arm.

They are married, why can't they be next to each other but in a different room? Is that what happens when you get old as partners?